26/freewrite

Graduation day
The next parchment
To wallpaper my
Safe space
This place that
Holds me fast
Helps me past
The harms done to me
The crimes performed
Upon me as if I
Were only a doll
Instead of a living
Never forgiving
Whole being
But a waste of
Flesh and bones
Could never go home
Their privilege writ
So large on faces
I thought places
Of reprieve
Now I leave them
To their cathedrals of
Entitlement and
Breathe ink from
Endless purging
Now emerging
To be me